There is but one world common for those who are awake, but when men are asleep, each turns away into a world of his own.

Dogs, also, bark at what they do not know.

Life is a child moving counters in a game.

The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.

Things of which there is sight, hearing, apprehension, these I prefer.

The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think and what you do is who you become.

It is wise to agree that all things are one.